"Graough. (This village is boring.)"
Zombie sighed while sitting with Cranberry by one of the tables of the only inn in the village.
The village was so small that the fact that the inn even existed in the first place was already a miracle.
"The food is bland too."
Cranberry nodded, looking at the spoonful of soup that Zombie held in front of her face.
"Graough? (You don't want it?) Graough! (Master, don't force yourself to eat if you don't want to!)"
"Wait!"
The blue undead was about to take back his hand but Cranberry grabbed his wrist and shook her head.
"It might be bland but it's edible, and I am hungry. It's satisfactory enough. Aaa!"
She declared and opened her mouth.
"Graough? (Ah! Is that so?)"
Zombie gasped happily and smiled.
And then he continued feeding his master as if it was the most normal thing to do.
"I could get used to getting spoiled like this~"
Cranberry hummed with joy.
